Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Agitation Free to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.